something new that just came about, partly behind a desk that can leave me wishing I were outside and partly by the glow of the living lamp that I love so much...
we saunter in all broken and messed up inside
drag it up the stairs to keep it by our sides
but I'm so tired of this
so tired of talking to you about this
it's easy to name the things we did not make
good or bad or we'll just wish them all away
oh, we're good at this
a little too good at this
maybe we all need to be forgiven
maybe we all need to forgive them
we all need to be forgiven
and move on...
the walls are growing so much stronger by the day
the defenses they're growing just the same
but you look so tired to me
so tired of all of this
what would the people say if we tore it all down
and started with nothing but empty hands
most of them would just turn and walk away
they'd turn and walk away...
would that be okay?